Seek First His Kingdom

I wrote a few days ago a blog called “why would he want me?”. A good friend took offense and told me so. She pretty much said…your husband isn’t mr. perfect. He has his issues. . . .And it made me think…what the hell am I always putting myself down for? Why do I never feel that I measure up to him? Why do I get the sense that I completely lucked out when I married him and he ended up getting screwed?  Read more . . . you is smart, you is kind, you is important.

I just read this post from one of my favorite bloggers, The Sober Party Girl.  In it, she discusses how her husband, in her mind, has a need for “all of us to be together every second that is possible.”  She describes using alcohol and cigarettes for years as a signal for her family to just leave her alone.  She reflects that she’s always felt wrong for needing alone time sometimes. Continue reading


You Wreck Me

You wreck me Amy.
“Now and again I get the feeling
Well if I don’t win, I’m a gonna break even
Rescue me, should I go wrong
If I dig too deep, if I stay too long
Oh, yeah, you wreck me, baby
You break me in two
But you move me, honey
Yes, you do”
~Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers – You Wreck Me

“live at the fillmore” SF,California, March 15 And 16,1999


This should rev your engine and (perhaps) serve as an antidote for that long run with Billy Joel. It’s a song that comes to mind when we kiss. Surprised you with this one…huh? Rock hard today Amy.
Sonics Rendezvous Band throwing down with a holy harmonic convergence of power.
What an amazing thing to wake up to. I love you, Timmy. ♥


Hey Amy…it would be my privilege to take you to see Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band at the Palace of Auburn Hills on April 12th. You interested? If so, get ready for the ride of your life.

Please advise. 😉

“Put on your best dress baby
And darlin’, fix your hair up right
Cause there’s a party, honey
Way down beneath the neon lights
All day you’ve been working that hard line
Now tonight you’re gonna have a good time”



Tougher Than the Rest

Other than knowing Father was all over our time together last night, I’m not quite sure what happened. For a guy rarely at a loss for words, I’m fairly speechless now and can’t seem to sleep. So rather than try to find words for the inarticulate speech of the heart, here’s a cool song that says what I can’t. After being locked up in cold storage for so long, a little romance is nice to thaw out.

Thank you for being rough enough to let me in your heart.

Have a great day Ames.

I, also, have no words. Your phrase “inarticulate speech of the heart” says it all. You know how I feel, Timmy. ♥